Allowance - Our Lady Peace

Skies like angels turn to rust

We hide inside our pickup trucks

Thoughts heavy like aeroplanes

Come crashing down and burst in flames

Memories, I’d cash them in for peace of mind and some discipline

No turning back

I’m starting to mend

A fortunate man I’ve always been

I tear at my heart

If I don’t concede I’m only as good as you allow me to be

Friends will come and friends will go You, my friend, own my soul

Raindrops plummet from the sky

Inside my lungs a battle cry